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The
sky
suddenly
grew
dark
,
shadows
swirled
around
her
.
She
saw
a
long
column
of
indistinct
figures
slowly
climbing
down
the
mountainside
.
She
heard
murmurs
superimposed
over
each
other
,
mingling
into
an
uncanny
,
incomprehensible
chorus
.
Ciri
was
standing
nearby
with
her
back
turned
to
her
.
The
wind
was
blowing
her
ashen
hair
about
.
The
indistinct
,
hazy
figures
continued
past
in
a
long
,
unending
column
.
Passing
her
,
they
turned
their
heads
.
Triss
suppressed
a
cry
,
watching
the
listless
,
peaceful
faces
and
their
dead
,
unseeing
eyes
.
She
did
not
know
all
of
the
faces
,
did
not
recognise
them
.
But
some
of
them
she
did
know
.
Coral
.
Vanielle
.
Yoël
.
Pox-marked
Axel
...
"
Why
have
you
brought
me
here
?
"
she
whispered
.
"
Why
?
"
Ciri
turned
.
She
raised
her
arm
and
the
magician
saw
a
trickle
of
blood
run
down
her
life-line
,
across
her
palm
and
onto
her
wrist
.
"
It
is
the
rose
,
"
the
girl
said
calmly
.
"
The
rose
of
Shaerrawedd
.
I
pricked
myself
.
It
is
nothing
.
It
is
only
blood
.
The
blood
of
elves
...
"
The
sky
grew
even
darker
,
then
,
a
moment
later
,
flared
with
the
sharp
,
blinding
glare
of
lightning
.
Everything
froze
in
the
silence
and
stillness
.
Triss
took
a
step
,
wanting
to
make
sure
she
could
.
She
stopped
next
to
Ciri
and
saw
that
both
of
them
stood
on
the
edge
of
a
bottomless
chasm
where
reddish
smoke
,
glowing
as
though
it
was
lit
from
behind
,
was
swirling
.
The
flash
of
another
soundless
bolt
of
lightning
suddenly
revealed
a
long
,
marble
staircase
leading
into
the
depths
of
the
abyss
.
"
It
has
to
be
this
way
,
"
Ciri
said
in
a
shaky
voice
.
"
There
is
no
other
.
Only
this
.
Down
the
stairs
.
It
has
to
be
this
way
because
...
Va'esse
deireádh
aep
eigean
...
"
"
Speak
,
"
whispered
the
magician
.
"
Speak
,
child
.
"
